Oh, I'm sorry. I just dozed off.
My beautiful little baby is going through what the internets refer to as the "4 month wakeful" period.
Last night she went to bed at 7:30pm. Then actually went to sleep at 8:30. Then woke up at 9:30. Then 10:00. Then 10:30. And finally slept from 11:00-4:15, nursed, and went back to sleep.
Then at 5:40am, I hear her reciting the Pledge of Allegiance. Or MLKs "I Have a Dream" Speech. Or the entire script of "The Princess Bride" (which I can do too, btw). Either way, at 5:40am, she just had so much to say she couldn't bear to sleep anymore.
She laid in bed with us talk, talk, talking and practicing her crunches (girlfriend just HAS to sit up now) but I had to get ready for work. Then while drinking my coffee, I got to play downstairs with her for an hour, and she couldn't have been happier. It's nice because I usually don't get to see her in the mornings before I leave for work,. Getting up at 5:40am on the weekends will not be quite as nice, so let's get this worked out by Saturday, mmmkay love?
Since I had to actually look decent for work today because we have some big whigs coming in, I had to put her back in bed with Jon eventually so I could get ready. And by get ready I mean I used hairspray today. I bet I look super fly.
When I came back in the room to grab my shoes and give them both a kiss goodbye, this is what I saw:
I love my life.